1 comments/ 11047 views/ 1 favorites Feline By: xseraphimx " Don't move" I said, as I slapped the naked strangers hands down by his side, then with my right foot I kicked his legs further apart. I paced away from him, taking in my surroundings. A clearing in the middle of the forest, a light rain falling, the light through the trees sending shafts of light off the crystals of water as they dripped from the leaves. Glancing over to my right I saw my lover leaning up against a tree, a lazy smile curling from his lips, his eyes intent on my next move. He asked for this, and he was going to see just what his woman was capable of. Spinning back on my heels I gave the naked stranger a longer look at my body, firm breasts rising high, despite childbirth, hips still small, and a waist still tight, a small red belly ring glinting in the light and a racing striped shaven pussy. I felt the strangers eyes feasting on me, yes, I thought look long and hard at this feline. The words to a Nine Inch Nails song came unbidden to my mind I want to fuck you like an animal I began, I ran my fingers up and over the strangers shoulders, down his arm, then up again and walked slowly behind him, around to the front. I reached down and casually slapped his left ass cheek, hard enough to make him wince, then tiptoeing lightly kissed him, looking into his eyes, my graye eyes smoking with heat. I saw his eyes wander down to my right breast and following his look watched as a single drop of water fell from the tip of my nipple. The coolness of the rain just increasing the heat of the fire within. I dropped to my knees, and reaching forth with both hands fed the strangers stiff cock into my mouth. Not especially long, but wide and fat, his cock made a comfortable fit in my hands, an even fuller feeling in my mouth. Forming my lips into a tight O shape I sucked along the sides of his cock, up over the glans and back down the other side. With each pass I lingered long enough to poke the tip of my tongue into the fissure at the tip of his cock. Playing my tongue along his shaft, licking, nipping, and sucking, all combining to make him moan. The warmth of my mouth and the cool of the rain, doubly pleasurable. I could feel the tension in his body, taut like a bowstring as I increased the pressure of my lips. I did not want him to cum yet, with my left hand I cupped his balls and squeezed, while with my right hand I tapped the vein that ran up the centre of his cock and held it tight for a few seconds. I heard, sensed rather than saw my lover move positions, he was getting hot, and I knew what he wanted. I dropped to my belly and crawled through the strangers legs, allowing my lover to see my ass and pussy in full view as I did so. The raw earthy smell greeted my nostrils as did my own odour as I bent down. Scrambling to my knees, I rose slowly on the other side of the stranger, my hair rising up the underside of his balls and the crack of his ass as I did. I turned quickly, licking my way up, from the strangers ass crack, up his spine and gripping his upper arms I tiptoed and licked right up to the back of his neck. Blowing breaths on the back of his ears and neck, I relaxed my legs and bit him just below the shoulder blade. The feel of his skin sliding between my teeth so satisfying. Pressing my full length against his back I reached around and taking his hands brought them backwards and placed them on my ass cheeks. Then I slapped his ass again, leaving a nice satisfying red hand print mark. Reaching around I took his cock in both my hands and rocked him back and forth into my body. My nipples forming sharp little pinpoints into him, as I hand fucked his cock for him. Again I felt his tension, his invisible signals, slapping him again, I broke away, and danced off behind him. I found myself up against a tree, the rough bark pleasantly sore against my back. I leaned back, ran my right hand up to my right nipple and began flicking it back and forth. My left hand travelled down my body and finding my pussy, with the flat of my hand I nudged my pussy lips open. My left hand began to play, squeezing, pinching, scraping, and flicking my distended clit. Losing myself entirely in self pleasure, pushing my fingers in and out of my pussy, dragging them back across my clit and in again, over and over. I saw the stranger cock his head to listen to me, I knew that he could probably smell me as the air wafted past him too. This just served to increase my need and further enflamed my mind. I want to fuck you like an animal the 1...2...1...2... driving beat caught up in my mind as I drove my own orgasm home. I bit my lip, for the beat of a few seconds at the waves cresting within me and flowing outwards from the pit of my belly. My feline cry echoing through the trees. Opening my eyes and looking over at my beloved, I saw the smile gone from his lips, now replaced by an intense look of, need, want, desire, lust all competing with jealousy... I paced back over to the stranger, slapped his ass and leaning in whispered "Good boy, soon you get your turn" I pressed my body back into his back, reminding him of my contours again, taking his hands and again placing them on my ass for him to pull me tighter to him. He remembered. How could he not? I licked, nipped, sucked and traced my mouth and tongue all over his back, back and forth. Whilst my hands found his chest and nipples, twisting them in my fingers. Slowly I descended to my knees again, working my tongue the whole time down the length of his spine. Once on the ground I crawled back through his legs, stopping midway, I flipped over onto my back and raising on my left elbow, licked and sucked his balls into my mouth. Using my right hand I alternated by stroking the inside of his thigh and between stroking his balls. Looking straight up I could see his head thrown back and his hands at his side formed into tight little fists. I could see and hear his ragged breathing. He didn't have long. Slapping him again on his ass, I beckoned with my fingers as I lay down flat. "Come" I said, "sit on me" He sat on my lower belly, his cock straight ahead of him. With both my hands squeezing my breasts together to form a tunnel around his cock, I nudged him with my hips, a signal for him to rock. Back and forth he rocked and with each pass I stuck out my tongue and tried to catch the tip of his cock in my mouth. His pre-cum was delicious, but wasn't enough for me. So I soon abandoned that idea. I turned my head and looked directly at my lover by the tree, twigs, grass, leaves stuck in my hair, rain falling straight into my eyes and none of it mattered, the primal battle was the natural order of things. The sight, sounds, smells, feelings, all natural, raw. It was time to fuck. Repositioning, opening my legs wide as the stranger took a hold of my body and slammed his cock deep up inside me. The coolness of his cock, taken within the heat of my pussy shattered me, took my breath away and turned me inside out. I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside, I want to fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed 1...2...1...2...1...2...1...2...the driving beat as we fought, licked, bit, bruised, clawed, scratched, thrust, bucked, slammed, fucked and came, screaming out our pleasure. My feline cry echoing out through the trees. The End Feline Affinity No one payed much attention to the girl as she studied the animals. One leopard was lying in the shade. It was a young female. It raised its head. They watched each other. Then the cat lowered its head and went back to its reverie. The girl continued to stare. She was fascinated. When her father was drunk he became angry. He would lash out. Her mother carefully dressed her each morning before school to hide the bruises. On the weekend when her father was home she would go out. She went to the zoo to watch the animals. The cages were made to look natural but the animals were trapped in them. She spent hours watching the leopards and thinking. When Brenda became a little older, her father would sometimes visit her in her bedroom. She dreamed that he would put his arms around her and hold her tight. She thought maybe he would call her his sweet angel. But that was not why he was there. Brenda's father had been drinking with his friends at the bar. He said he was going home. They smirked and asked was he missing his family? He said he was just tired. They all knew why he was leaving. Brenda was in her bedroom when her father came home. She lied on her side with her knees drawn up and listened to the night sounds. He was a little clumsy. He had been drinking with his friends. He went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Soon he was climbing the stairs. The hall led past her door. She could hear him outside. After a long moment he turned the knob and opened the door. She lied facing away from the door. She could hear him walk in and close the door behind him. He walked to her bed. She did not move. He put his hand on her shoulder. She did not resist as he rolled her on to her back. She kept her eyes closed. He smelled of booze. He moved his hands over her little girl body. He pressed down on her breasts through the pajama fabric. He unbuttoned the pajamas and rubbed her body. He squeezed the nipples until they pointed up. He pulled off her pajama bottoms. All the time she lay quietly with her eyes closed. He did not wrap his arms around her in a loving embrace. He held her down with his hand on her chest. She was trapped. Her father climbed onto the bed and pushed his hard dick into her. She was small but he didn't care. Soon he unloaded his sperm into her. He pulled out and was finished with her. After he left to go to his bed Brenda dressed and lied down. She tried to erase the memory and go to sleep. One day her father died in a car accident. She didn't feel happy or sad. She just felt free. That weekend she went to the zoo. The young leopard returned her gaze. She would not be coming back so often. There was an insurance settlement and now she could afford college. She needed to study. The college student was doing research at the library. She was working on a paper for one of her classes. It was dusk when she started back to her apartment. She lived off campus and would have to walk past the park. There were news stories of a rapist who attacked women near the college but she wasn't afraid. A young man parked his truck on the street and walked across the sidewalk toward a stand of trees where no one would see him in the shadows. He was handsome but he had cold eyes. He saw her walking up the sidewalk. She was pretty. She had black hair and pale skin. She walked quietly deep in thought. She seemed comfortable surrounded by the darkness. He grabbed her from behind and dragged her to his hiding place. She didn't struggle. If she had he would have punched her. He wanted her to know that he could do what he chose. He pushed her down and pressed her to the ground with his hand on her chest. He told her not to make a sound or he would hurt her. She looked at him silently. With his other hand he opened the buttons of her blouse. He pushed up her bra and reached under her skirt to yank off her panties. He slid his slacks off and pushed his dick into her. She was tight like he expected. He was thinking that she would remember this night for the rest of her life. Whenever she made love to another man she would think of him. Whenever she walked alone in the dark She would be afraid. He humped her and imagined that she enjoyed his domination of her body. She stretched out her body like a cat and raised her arms over her head. He squeezed his eyes shut as he shot his sperm into her. She put a hand behind her back and then drew it swiftly down. He opened his eyes and saw blood on her chest. He shouted, "bitch, you scratched me!" He was angry. He reached up to his neck. Blood gushed between his fingers and down his arm. He looked at her. She stared back at him. She held a piece of obsidian in her fist. Its edge was sharper than a razor. He felt dizzy. He would deal with her later but right now he needed to stop the bleeding. He pressed his hand hard against the wound. She pushed him off and he fell to the ground on his back. She slashed again making another gash on the other side of his neck. He felt weaker. His sight grew dim and he couldn't move. She leaned over him and watched him die. She stood up, buttoned her blouse and smoothed her clothes and then walked quietly through the night back to her apartment. Jim Mackey and his partner Matt were dispatched to the park to investigate a possible homicide. Jim had been a policeman for fifteen years. Matt had joined the force two years ago. The victim lay on his back in a grove of trees. He had bled to death from neck wounds. He fit the description of the serial rapist who had terrorized the women of the city. Jim surveyed the scene. "He probably was hiding in the trees waiting for someone to walk along the sidewalk. It looks like he got more than he expected." Matt's eyes were wide. "Look at all that blood. Well, he probably is the rapist. He deserved what he got. At least now people will be able to go out at night. I guess we should be happy about that." Jim looked serious. "You may be right but I'm a little worried." Matt asked him, "what's the problem?" Jim answered, "look, who ever did this was out at night, met up with this guy and cut him-twice. There was no struggle. The killer likes blood, lots of it. I hope we will not see more of this. Where will this person show up next?" Ryan was an associate in the law firm litigation department. He enjoyed the work. It was challenging. He was getting recognition and was eager to be involved in a major trial. One day Martin, a senior partner, dropped into Ryan's office. "How would you like to work on the Stetson case? Brenda Roberts is our lead attorney on the case. She asked for you." Ryan jumped at the chance. He wanted to be in on a big case and he had always wanted to work with Brenda. She was the youngest partner but already developed a reputation as a brilliant litigator. There was some mystery about her. Everyone who had worked with her seemed to know something that others did not. Ryan was pleased. He thought this assignment meant he was really getting noticed. The case was so important that the other side brought in a partner from their New York office. Ryan was a little concerned. This guy had a national reputation. His fears were validated when the trial started. The guy was slick. He could tell a story anyone would believe. He was disdainful of Brenda calling her "my young opponent". His attitude seemed to make an impression on the jury. Ryan watched Brenda work through the case. She seemed unperturbed by the comments but she was not scoring any big points. As the trial moved along the other attorney got more relaxed. He thought this was going to be easy. Ryan was upset. He pitied Brenda. He was frustrated because Brenda passed up several opportunities to attack the New York lawyer. He was sitting outside the courtroom looking dejected during a break in the trial when Martin came by. "Things not going well?" "I think we should be doing much better. I had the impression that Brenda was different. She has such a great reputation. She just seems to give in too easily and isn't very aggressive." The senior attorney did not react too much to this dour news. "I have a light schedule. I'll sit on the back bench and watch for a while. We can talk at the next break." Ryan and Martin met in a small conference room a couple of hours later. The partner had a big grin on his face. Ryan was confused. "That guy is dead meat and he doesn't know it. Did you see her steady gaze? She's stalking him. He has no idea. He's a goner. Keep an eye on this. Sorry I can't stay for the end. It should be good. You'll learn a lot from this case." Ryan went back to the courtroom with no idea what to expect. The case droned on. The New York lawyer became even cockier. During her questioning of one of the witnesses Brenda pointed out a small inconsistency. Ryan noted the other lawyer developed a slightly quizzical look but his confidence remained. How could he lose? She persisted. If their story was not consistent then didn't the whole case fall apart? All of a sudden it dawned on the other attorney that the structure he had built and the words he had said allowed her to corner him. There was no way out. Her argument tightened like a stranglehold. Her words shredded his case like a razor. There was no escape. Ryan watched the New York attorney. The look of easy confidence was gone. It was replaced with resignation and horror. The jury found for Brenda after only a short deliberation. Ryan was stunned. He could hardly believe what he had seen. Brenda had just mounted the most ferocious attack he had ever seen, and now only a few minutes later she once again seemed composed and serene. It was frightening. Ryan was thinking that he would never want to oppose her in the courtroom. Brenda shook hands with the other attorney. He was looking pretty shaken. She turned to Ryan. "I'm hungry. Do you want to go out for a bite?" They went to an American-style restaurant. Brenda had her steak cooked rare. Ryan was still pumped from the days excitement. He was curious. "How did you do that?" "Do what?" "Get him trapped like that without him even suspecting?" "I'm not completely sure. Sometimes I just sense a weakness and exploit it. It's almost like I smell blood and then instinct takes over." Ryan was in awe. Brenda was a natural litigator. She had the temperament. There was no remorse, no second-guessing, no hesitation. She was single-minded and ruthless. But, now after their victory her attention turned to food and companionship. Brenda asked Ryan, "want to come home with me?" Ryan was taken aback. He was not used to such a direct approach. This day held one surprise after another. "Sure, why not." In her apartment they were met by two black cats. Brenda said that she was as devoted to her animals as to any of her friends. As soon as they were inside, Brenda took Ryan's hand and stood close to him. She pressed her body against his. "We had a good day today. Thanks for helping." Her closeness was intoxicating. She nuzzled his neck and kissed him. He reached around to embrace her and his fingers met something hard. He wanted to know what it was. She reached up over her head and pulled off a flat rock that was taped to the small of her back. She cradled it in her hand. It was shiny like glass and had a sharp edge. "This is a charm. It tells me who is friend and who is enemy. Only friends find it." "What am I?" "You found it didn't you?" Ryan wanted to be with her. He wanted her in bed but was a little concerned about what she would do if he did not perform. He did not need to worry. She stripped off her clothes to review her taut body. Ryan grew the hardest bone ever. There was not much foreplay. They fell onto her bed and she pulled him on top of her. He pushed his cock into her and started thrusting immediately. They fucked like animals. Soon his balls tensed and they both came at the same time. She screamed and panted. Brenda turned onto her side and curled up against Ryan. She fell into deep sleep. He watched her dream. Her shoulder rose and fell with her breathing. In her sleep she had a faraway look. She was roaming free.